the man on TV

that song he sang from long ago,
came back to haunt my living room.
the dead man kept singing on, smiling.
oh yes, he was that man on TV from the 60s.

- puka the couch

the chronicles of le rouge

i stood there hammering tenderloins
while she shoved a lager in his face
and merry men sang songs of mule coins
and silly rhymes of horrible tastes.

when she came, staggered and smiling,
i knew she needs a shoulder to cry.
she ordered chocolates and other things,
but i heard a heart waiting to die.

hey sally, your day is just half as bad as mine.
i'd tell you tales of sorrow but with a smile.
hey baby, don't fret because we are all not doing fine.
this world is a beautiful place, served with roses and bile.

and i gave her coffee on the house, waiting for some tips.
but she kept smiling and smiling amidst her bleeding lips.
with an empty hand, i coughed a story from two days ago,
about how i swam in sands, while i was having some blow.

her lips kept bleeding i thought i was rose syrup.
i knew she has to get a grip before i chased her out.
i don't need a tragic lady, to spoil my get up.
so i'm telling you once, you have to go out and about.

forget what happened already, just move on.
this life is just a cuppa with a little smooch.
it's time for you to hastily be gone,
so i can continue the chronicles of le rouge.


- the seventh chef of the angry salmon

home

i am home
with my cats
and smelly toilets

my bed calls
me to sleep again
so i dream

i was a car
speeding fast
never crashed

the traffic light
smiled back
to scold me

so i swear
to go faster
then before

my home
is my journey
to my heart

my home
is the stinky cave
that i love

my soul feels
that i am home
when i cry

well, my home
is the same as yours
when we die.



- hantaryu the lone virtual swordsman

i am your phantom

you sang to my ears when my heart was broken.
you were there when the world did not listen.

your songs of love and broken dreams,
was near to my heart or so it seems.

he sat down closer and breathe a speck of my spirit,
for when i realized, he was just a phantom under the shadow lit.

i abandoned you, when you heard me and you came,
i need my freedom from your treacherous promises of fame.

i am the wandering dream for your night to fall asleep,
i used to be the pillow for your soul to keep.

begone, o ye useless thoughts of shameless women,
begone, o ye hateful romance from the omen.

my phantom lies inside your insanity,
as i creep your soul through this reality.


- hasbath the reckoner

confessions

i am the shimmering glass in your false existence.
i am the believer of foreign gospels.
i am the omen of your neglected premonitions.
i am the shaman that craft your spells

i feel i need to diminish the love in my heart.
i feel i need to feel the love for my faith once again.
i feel i need to tear these worlds apart.
i feel i need to destroy everything before it even begin.

i want to be the white wizard for your soul.
i want to be the paladin your world needs so bad.
i want to be appreciated and respected for my role.
i want to not feel the miserable void whenever i am sad.

i cant help it if the world crumbles before my feet.
i cant help it if you harbor much hatred for me.
i cant help it if you wished that we could have never meet.
i cant help it that only sadness and misery are all you can see.

i need you to show me how to slay a heart.
i need you to stab me a million times in my chest.
i need you to believe that we are a trillion worlds apart.
i need you to be eternally with me when we finally come to rest.

no words can ever explain how madly in love i am with you.

- the fool in the photograph

the five finger rumble

i swung my fingers to the calling,
that i forget i am slapping a heart.

my fingers fall into the rumble of hatred,
that it wildly made its way.

and it landed on the yearn of a lover,
such omen of ill fated truth.

this perception of life as it lingers,
this harbinger of a lesson told.

the forward march of the five fingers,
the silent rhythm of its fold.

and before i realized the dance is over,
the horror had the winning shot.

- benard the jerryboy

friday christmas

feel me inside the silence
of rustling thoughts on a friday christmas.

i falter though i stood my ground,
it was an empty box wrapped in a pale blue ribbon.

no spirits can bring me up
no demons can crash my faith.

i am a liar of my own conspiracy
for i am the murder of my own gospels.

friday christmas, please come,
so that you may disappear in the void of the night.

i am just a person.
i am a non believer of you,
friday christmas.

- andany the boy of tragedy

phoenix

no, i am here
sunning my little
torn memories

as i tried to
ask my heart
aah... about love

i tried to be
skinless about the
pain in my soul

he said it was an
essay for those
who musn't die from
overfed dinosaurs in our heads

how i adore you
fate is too cruel
for us to share a bond

i knew we can never be
even before we
were here at all

- evar ella'sal the forsaken prince of the crows

the happy field

here i am again
i am walking through this field
finally

i will walk further
and longer
this time around

my regrets has been
abolished
away for good

i am looking for
the shade
so i may rest a while

but alas, i am too quick
to be happy
like always

the rain clouds
came again
like how it left a while ago

now i must
look for the shade
quickly

another field
is just to troublesome
to find

i must hurry
to find that cottage
somewhere

one more year
to go before
everything is alright.

i hope you understand me,
my love.
i always adore you.

forever.

- iona the grasscutter

here, then, now, forever

i have read your suicide note.
i am not mistaken it is yours.

so die alone.
leave it all behind.

don't fret your death.
hereafter is never painful.

as for me it will never end here.
i cherish my immortality.

in words, of course.

- Yoji Espada the beloved son of Hate

these days we march

the uncalled epiphany of the restless and the numb
displays its rejoice in such rabid moments.
a remembrance of how volatile the air we breathe in.
the portrait in our memories of life, the way we want.

it is useless my friend, to arm yourself in brink of peace.
but nevertheless the tragedy keeps repeating.
i used to walk my twenty minutes in a field of gold
but these days we march to the morgue faster than we walk.

i know the world is a dirty place, filled with love and happiness for the rich.
but in times like these, we keep calling out for the beauty in our existence.
you could have had that life you wanted, if not for the things you see.
you could have lived like the general's wife and be who you could have been.

i am asleep when the words were revealed.
the birch tree branches were the only witnesses.
these songs are the only truth that we could have.
my singers are beings from the skies we call home.

- terra the legionnaire

last few days

i am here no longer,
my body has shown its wither.

my dreams have not been met,
all i can do now is to forget.

my prayers were never really there,
i guess i shall die in despair.

i am afraid but i am not,
because i know it is all my fault.

i wish i could reverse this,
just as simple like a kiss.

but it is all too late now,
i only have this much that time allows.

this pain is piercing through my chest,
i just know that this will be my final rest.

i want you to know that i'll keep our love ablaze,
especially in these last few days.

i will leave you soon enough,
and i hope all this wont be tough.

i know i should have listened to you,
but i just act as if i had no clue.

i guess the smoke has finally consume me,
shown me my last and final agony.

i have to tell you that i'll always be here,
maybe i wont but probably i'll appear.

if you just stay and listen to the walls,
you will probably hear my silent calls.

i am sorry i have to go, i really am.
i wish you safe and sound and hope you do good for your exams.

- rave

the holy balancer

grief not ye lost souls who lost your humanity,
i shall purify your darkest vengeance
do not be lost o humanity that be enslaved in your freedom of life
i will be your only solace

speak to me in your forsaken language of love
so i may destroy and annihilate any of your emotions
sing to me in your enchanted melody
so i may dischord your joy and laughter

i am the holy balancer
i am your brother dear
i am your darkest fear
i am your only lover

my only creation of misery
has proved you to be the lasting adversary
when you stood up to me
and said that you loved me

i am but the holy balancer.
i reverse your sins to love
i nullify your forgiveness to hate
and i turn your regrets to happiness

leave you i should and kill you i would
my sense of time repeats itself
on this everlasting cycle of agony
and my weary soul that has no heartbeat

my wings faded the night to day
and my clamoring voice shall wake the sun
just to hear you cry
when you see my alluring eyes

my eyes, my sinful eyes
my voice, my wretched voice
my face, behind my eternal mask of bliss
my heart, which yearns your darkest kiss

and i am sorry for all that has been lost.
and i am sorry for being created
the holy balancer
of love and hate

- saffira the accursed holy balancer

secrets

let me whisper to you a language you can hear
only when you are in love

let me share with you a melody bound by whipers,
only when you are alone

let me show you a picture painted by a beautiful spectre
who comes when you are in love

allow me to gently stroke your hair so smooth
so that i can share with you my soul screaming

please
please
please

listen when the silence befriends you
so he may share with you his song of romance

so here we are
we have come this far

and stones and pebbles
and dirt and grime
and pain and hypocrisy
but lest the essence of why we are even here

i want to hold your hand forever
i need to hear your empty whispers
i tried to be your silver sword
but alas i am but only a squier to you

i shall not but let you seek your solace
in your space full of questions
and expectations
and your fantasy perfections

whisper to me even just once
the secrets of your restless spirits
that made you dance
forever in your mind

i want to take you away
from the world and all its pain

so that we may embrace each other
in the colours so faint

but lest we part
and lest we cry
when we are two hearts
swallowed by the sky

what ever it is
it will always be you and i

- som'oka reviliel the abandoned space cowboy

the glass candle

the swing was to sleep your soul in peace and tranquil.
the step forth was a plan to ruin your grace.

lose your god and seek revenge.
the sword has always been in your hands.
the hero you are rest dark beneath the smile in his face.
it is the only option you have, to cleanse disgrace.

i am there for you.
let me guide you through this blackened aura.
tattooed by our own sins.
a playground where we've always been.

redmption seeks those who find it.
understand this path is not a redemption.

you will slay your anger within.
you will come home clean.

your hatred and stupidity leads you to the visible stench of your own ego.
it is something i will never guide you or to tell you to let go.
you blood rages with the senseless pain that you crave for.
you know you can't live the day without it anymore.

i am here for you, to let you feel the pain of your ignorance.
i am here for you , to simmer guilt between your ears.
your existence is my freedom.
to let me guide you to his awaiting doom.

shiver, shiver, shiver.
to the illusion of winter your mind creates.
and cry so hard to his righteousness,
for he has abandoned all his hopes.

this life is too far from over,
understand this is a dream.

- fisa ka aiko the concubine

vistasia beta

pleasure be and start the dream.
never thought it would end the scream.

apparently this machine had stopped the nerves of an unidentified spectre,
and the enigmatic lush of his agonizing smile.

these tears that too often rolled down his interface without his knowledge.
he said he was left behind a long time ago by a father he was supposed to know.

i am who i was and i was created for this cause.
the beauty of the mushroom cloud in this virtuosity.
my relentless regrets for my existence, for my beauty is your destruction.

creator, diseminate my sleep in jpeg layers.
so you can finally see my true colors.

and miss norton decides her last kiss goodbye.
and seek my forgiveness for her tearless cries.

- todt the virtual virus

ishida

a vengeance, the lord of mercy, a sheperd of lost brothers.
my face smothered with tyranny of all evil of the others.
so i smile upon thee with furious anger and undying laughter,
shall i strike your heart with guilt that will last till hereafter.
the weak shall perish and seek salvage from the shadows in sin,
apart from their swelling empathies that kept them within.
the courageous and the righteous, will then be crying and bleed,
their false idols brazen and dismembered by the children of their seed.
destroyer oh mighty destroyer of lands and forsaken souls,
you are the force that our forefathers had told.
save yourself, the change has come to an end before you.
save yourself, the tide will stop and then nothing will be ever true.

- xavi the warrior priest

serenade 2.0

the sleep that does not depend, then day was not that it was spent.
so night then was the day of sleep, despite the hustle of the street.
i asked you once that you feel fine, and said yes because you were mine.
so we slept and dance the whole night through, and paint the colours of pink and blue.

until the fire in our hearts just fade, i woke up to find the open gate.
i was told that my love was fine, and not just that she was mine.
alas she left me by the bed, she left me nothing but what she said.
our dance was more than once, but i guess it was something she does not want.

and i asked myself do i feel fine, and not just that she was mine.
this music that our dreams had spun, so finally it fades out in the sun.

- munando the electric disbeliever

twentyeight

seven it was. six it may. nonetheless, five it is.
so four became the crowd that died, from the disease of the three lotus.
another two conspire to overthrow this one earth, that burns from everlasting numbers.

~shakarumu